Marie Antoinette

Friendship between Austria and France...

must be cemented by marriage.

My youngest daughter, Antoine...

will be queen of France.

Mops.

The court of France is not like Vienna.

Listen closely to Ambassador Mercy's council.

All eyes will be on you.

Look.

Do you like him?

He has kind eyes.

He's definitely very French.

- Three. Four. - Six.

Are we there yet?

Yes, we have arrived at Schüttern for the official handover.

Then you will be presented to the king and to your fiancé, Louis Auguste.

Your Royal Highness, may I present your mistress of the household...

Comtesse de Noailles.

Your Royal Highness.

Madame.

This structure for the handover ceremony...

has been built precisely astride the borders of the two great lands.

You have entered on Austrian soil...

you will exit on French as the dauphine of France.

Now you must bid farewell to your party...

and leave all of Austria behind.

Goodbye.

Mops.

You can have as many French dogs as you like.

It is a custom...

that the bride retain nothing belonging to a foreign court.

An etiquette always observed on such an occasion.

You're lucky. Apparently she's quite beautiful.

I'll probably end up with someone who looks like a dog.

- Or a horse. - Or a horse.

I've heard she's really nice.

- Think they got rabbits here? - Maybe.

Come on.

You notice anything strange about me lately?

It's so muddy here.

I know. My stomach feels a little bit sick.

Are you feeling better now? Are you feeling better, Camille?

- I wonder if our little doggie is sick. - Feel a little sickly.

Now.

Oh, my goodness, it's so uncomfortable underfoot.

Come on.

There we are.

How is her bosom?

I have not looked at the archduchess's bosom, Your Majesty.

Oh, didn't you? It's the first thing I look at.

The Duc de Choiseul.

The foreign minister who was instrumental in this union.

I shall never forget that you were responsible for my happiness.

And that of France.

Please.

Here comes the Austrian.

I hope you like apple strudel.

May I present Madame la Dauphine, Marie Antoinette.

My dear grandfather king.

Welcome, madame.

Let me present my grandson, Louis Auguste.

Welcome, madame.

She looks like a child.

Hello.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome, madame.

Thanks.

Hello.

Amen.

To the dauphin and dauphine of France.

May you have many healthy children...

and produce an heir to our throne.

Good luck.

And good work.

Apparently, nothing happened, Your Majesty.

Nothing?

- Nothing. - Nothing.

Oh, dear.

Madame...

at the morning dressing ceremony...

rights of entry are given to members of the high court.

Major rights to princesses of the blood and mistresses of the household...

while minor rights to the valets and charges.

Anyone with rights of entry may enter at any time...

so you must pay attention to acknowledging properly each arrival.

And you must not reach for anything...

for the handing of an item to the dauphine is a guarded privilege.

Must go to the highest rank in the room.

For example, the Princesse de Lamballe...

is a princess of the blood by marriage.

Madame.

Thank you.

- It's cold. - Yes.

Good morning.

So now the position must go to the Duchess of Char...

because she is also a princess of the blood.

Hello.

So now, as a member of the royal family...

your sister-in-law, the Comtesse de Provence, must have the honor.

This is ridiculous.

This, madame, is Versailles.

So I've heard you make keys as a hobby?

Yes.

And you enjoy making keys?

Obviously.

She had to let her servants go. My maid knows the cook.

You know everyone.

Comtesse de Noailles looks very out of sorts.

I think her husband's been causing a little problem lately...

spending far too much time with his stable boys.

Too much.

Marie Antoinette looks very pretty tonight.

Yes.

Darling, a new life, unfortunately.

When you think about it, this poor Marie Antoinette.

So young, so...

I think she should go back to her country.

Look at her, so disgusting.

The comtesse is looking rather dour this evening, don't you think?

Always dour. Always tragic.

Can't believe they've brought those ghastly aunts out again.

Where have they been hiding them all these years?

Oh, really? This is shocking.

What is she...?

It's so awful, I can't... Oh, my goodness.

Who is she?

That lady is here to give pleasure to the king.

That's du Barry, the king's mistress.

She wouldn't be allowed at court...

but the king did some maneuvering to secure her a title.

The one thing I've learned about girls from the gutter...

is they know their jewels.

No way are those fake.

You see that?

Is this the way people are treating me?

To the stocks.

Nobody treats me like a lady here.

Now she's staring at me. It's so awful.

- She should not be sitting at this table. - I'll have one of...

Did you hear that?

- She just burped. - Out of the whorehouse, darling.

- I don't know who you're referring to. - Everyone at this table is for sale.

- Curls. - What a little tart.

Well, she's not the only one at this table, darling. Take a look around.

Look at this beautiful Marie Antoinette. I look like her?

- Don't you think so? - A long time ago.

Oh, you exaggerate. She has blue eyes like me.

I suppose she's rather sweet. For an Austrian.

I think she's delightful. She looks like a piece of cake.

Be interesting to see how long she lasts.

Good afternoon, Your Majesty.

How is your grandson, the dauphin?

He's off hunting the stag.

She doesn't seem the least bit interested in him.

She is Austrian. They're not exactly the warmest people.

But it's true. Her brother Joseph is so cold. He's an awful man.

They say in Austria, that she was with child...

What a hunt today.

I'm exhausted.

Would you like some meat?

Your Royal Highness...

handing out cold meats to a hunting party...

is not the most becoming conduct for a future queen of France.

I was just trying to be a nice wife for the dauphin's hunt.

Surely there's no harm in that.

And I received a letter from your mother warning you not to ride...

as this is one of the leading causes of miscarriages.

Well, as everyone knows, there's no danger of that.

And it's not my fault.

Do you realize the consequences of an unconsummated royal marriage?

That it could be annulled?

Your mother has asked that you take this matter very seriously.

And do everything in your power...

to inspire the dauphin.

I'll do what I can.

Of course I want to please the dauphin and my mother.

You'll have no influence over the king and dauphin without a pregnancy.

Madame, you have the alliance to consider.

Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.

I am pleased madame is taking this seriously.

Oh, is Mops on his way?

I'm working on it...

but Your Royal Highness has more pressing matters to attend to.

Oh, and I received this letter from your mother.

Dearest Antoinette:

It is clear that the heart of your problems in your new home...

is your inability to inspire sexual passion in your husband.

There is no reason a girl with so many charms as you...

should be in this situation.

Remember, you represent the future...

and nothing is certain about your place there...

until the final physical act to crown the Franco-Austrian alliance...

is performed.

It's cold.

It is a bit chilly. Shall I get you a blanket?

No. It's okay.

Are those your feet? They're like icicles.

Well...

sleep well.

Thank you.